The clouds, they tell
Themselves that there
Were people. Today is
To you what tomorrow
Is to them. These lines,
They sing in patterns
That were remembered
In the clouds. Tell us
What it means to you
When the tempest is
Below your feet. Like
You get to decide
Who dies and why.
Till towards Mecca
And sing at Texas to
Prove this theory.
It means a lot to
The clouds when one
Rises above them, so
Keep rising son.
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